Here I am again, crying, over something non-existent? I don't know either. I saw your name on Spotify, I clicked your playlist, it was all about your feels...
do you miss me too? I guess this feeling of me tearing up would be a habit huh?
"Can we just reset, restart, and replay?" same feeling and I don't mean it but I secretly wish I could... I wish we could and give it another try.
Damn, this feels bad but I don't want to notice this feeling but I love playing it with songs and memories. Damn, I hate myself for this but I love the pain it gives.
I am still secretly holding unto the chances and I hope you'd give it another try soon. Not now but soon. I hope you would.
I stumbled on that throwback you did with the caption, "quelque chose de beau pour ma belle personne" this was in French, you know how much I love France so this meant a lot to me.
Those throwbacks gave me a throwback of you, of us, of what we had. Do you think it's still possible to rekindle old love? I hope I still could... I hope we still could.
I didn't know what you meant with your message when you told me you couldn't stand looking at something I had.
What could it mean? Did you miss me? Did you hate the thought of me? Did you hate thought of missing me? We both knew nothing but I was curious and so were you.
I wish I knew the answers and I wish I could answer these feelings, but I don't want to intertwine with them, with you, you've had your stay in my troubled mind; would you mind leaving? Or...
could you stay a little more.
I don't love you; I just miss you I guess.
I saw our picture together, damn; I did cry and kissed it. Why did I kiss it? Hell do I know. For good luck? Eh, maybe.
Good luck for the future, the future which might give us another chance, a future where everything is settled, secured, and final. "It was a shame for us to part." "Take me back to the start.
" Hmm, I wonder.
As complicated as the numbers and figures in math equations, it felt the same as to what I am feeling, is yours as complicated as mine? I hope you secretly wish for the things I wish for.
It's not bad to wish... right?
I guess at some point, we all do miss something, someone or regret something, none of us are innocent for feeling this. Hell, I ain't no innocent sucker for this, I really ain't.
"Your skin and bones turn to something beautiful." We all have someone in mind, the epitome of this lyric, and I guess for me, and that is someone I miss. We'd all bleed for someone dry.
Take a guess on whom.
You told me there were certain people that reminded you of me, but do the things I gave you, do the memories of us, remind you of me? Remind you of us?
Because, that is the case for me and I hope, even just a little, is mutual.